The Magic Square

Friday, 25 February 2011

0 - 9 White Stone

The earth lattice energy from core to surface feeds the river of the root chakra upwards toward the other perception organs. 1

The Cosmos showers us with infinite energy our skin glows as our crown spirals out 2

Above Below Within Without Our imagination feeds Intuition feeds perception feeds belief faith hope feeds experience understanding 3

From the experience of understanding there is wisdom ouside infinity beyond comprehension inside infinity to experience 4

As we are nourished so we nourish our animal vegetable and mineral bodies. The triple crown of the fools cap is a step on a journey. 5

Each journey we take is as a fool the wise know and accept this fate snaps at our heels. Within our bag we have all the tools to manifest 6

Thus seek each day to feel that within place of infinity it is the gate to the external. Before you leave yourself you must be yourself. 7

The Wizard Paradox I am. The new Archetype of the Age. I am human. I am animal. I am crystaline. I am vegetable and so are you 8

I am no Guru – I am no healer – I am nothing yet in that nothingness is all possibility. Your greatest gift is imagination. White Stone O 9

Jonathan MacLean-Lambie
© 2009-2011

I Tego Arcana Dei

This is the second poem I recited at the Artists & Academics Gig at Tchai Ovna

Thanks to M for saving and reminding me of this

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The Jupiter Seed

All hail that which is past,
Yet eternal in ever the ever last that was winter.
Here my mothers illusions slept on occasion to twist in her slumber.

Wipe away the mist from this all reflective mirror.

How I did feel as the only one awake in this silence. An age of searching inwards to out and all about for a little light, only to be shaken at minds past foolish violence.

Up against the last remnants of another wall - created in all these lives.
Watching the dissipating shadows and being edged on by mad whispers. "Be I, Be I."
The embryos of truth stab like knives.

Jerkily awoken to a half remembered dream neatly broken, to lay staring at the all seeing sun and slowly crawling back inside to let these eyes be taken.
Up naked as more and more I refuse to wear the cloak of material burdens.

I enter the temple, so much it has witnessed. I have moved, been and seen and along the way misunderstood, ignored and forgotten. Never again to be programmed by society and it's popular insanities.

So how many here willing, with sight and sound have accepted themselves?


December do not let me remember your dark blind vision.
Looking back in time searching for messages in words of rhyme, discover karma crimes committed. What if anything a spirit a soul, mind, eye... Self has omitted?

Thursday - I do not know however, I like a Thursday!
When I let out that primal scream, a first in this life and certainly not the last. Torn, "Free", yes forced from the mother womb, out into this winter tomb.


Would they could they now burn me for heresy? For that which is my truth. To of passed by those considered masters.

Fooling and Striving for a few seconds light, in that few seconds the whole multiverse is looking so simple and ultimately more complex.

So... another Thursday, another birthday.
To spend the day waiting for something to happen. In the evening to have a party with 3 cards, making the shapes and patterns move about tell stories and the like.

Crying all the while, only fair my first time as a man.

Jonathan MacLean-Lambie
©1992 - 2011

This is the first of two poems I recited at the Artists & Academics Gig at Tchai Ovna

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Location:Sauchiehall St,Glasgow,United Kingdom

Tuesday, 22 February 2011

Tchai Ovna

There is a gig with Artists & Academics on Thursday 24th February at Tchai Ovna

Come and listen to original songs in a relaxing atmosphere.

There shall also be special guests..... Ooo the mystery

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Location:W Regent Ln,Glasgow,United Kingdom